I am finally back in good ol’ L.A. after my extended hang about on a gorgeous island in the Puget Sound. Unfortunately the tall tales I could tell would probably lull even a meth head into a deep coma. Not a lot happens on Vashon Island … except the brutally unexplainable!
So before I reinvent my accounts and bring to you the hard hitting, hard boiled, sinister saga of the vast depravities, the whorish lives in the wanton Northwest, I thought I’d first show the newest music video from the Los Angeles based band Listing Ship, “Voice of the Future.” This sci-fi/video game homage is directed by James Fletcher. By the way, since I advocate fair and mostly truthful blather, I should disclose that I make a brief appearance -- and me think too brief an appearance -- as the plucky rampaging robot. There are other facts I should also add, but who really needs more facts about me...
Vince Clarke, worshiping in his own way.
Oh! Something I meant to tell you: The other day I was talking on the phone to Vince Clarke about Yazoo (or Yaz, for those few of you who live in the quaint li’l province of The United States of America). He’s on tour right now with the indomitable Alison Moyet. For those of us who discovered the two, flawless Yaz albums in youth and remained loyal to the duo long after they weren’t to each other, this reunion tour is nothing short of a miracle.
Corey and I saw them perform recently and I’m telling you now, kids – find out when they’re playing near you, buy your tickets fast and GO! I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a concert more.
Because I signed away all legal rights (I wasn’t using them anyhow) I can’t post my chat with Mr. Clarke on the Amoeblog, but you can read it by clicking on the sentence below:
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In other news, a bunch of we Amoebites went to the Hollywood Bowl Sunday night to see Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings and Feist, but I’m not going to report on it until Logan sends me the [insert cuss word here] pictures.
So, what does this blog entry have to offer you besides promises of reports elsewhere available?
Vestron Video VA5103
At a recent music event in San Francisco, where a guy was busily handing out flyers promoting the upcoming Bay Area concert appearance by Donna Summer, I overheard a short but slightly-heated conversation between the guy handing out the flyers for the disco diva and someone walking by.
"Has Donna Summer been fully forgiven for allegedly been homophobic and......?" the passerby began asking, innocently enough it seemed. But before he could even fully finish his question, the street promoter, sounding jaded at still fielding this seemingly recurring question on a long dead topic, had cut him short: "It's not true. It never happened. It was a rumor based on a myth."
Known as the "gay myth" this nasty slice of misinformation has haunted Donna Summer for the last 25 years and, apparently, seems like it will never fully die. The rumor started in 1983, back when the disco bubble had popped and Summer's career along with it. She had also recently gotten divorced, gotten into a mental funk, and consequently become dependent on anti-depressant medication. Because of all of this, the singer, who had topped the charts with songs like "Bad Girls," had found God and become a born again Christian. More importantly it was when the AIDS crisis was tightening its frightening choke-hold on the gay community -- long Summer's core dedicated fan base.